I A U R 1 C I I- T 1 IiiHymn to the IaopU. BY B D. BTtUBT. N.. i he bleet with werrior strength, To wield lit sword and weir the glaive,! Or rise eonquror's tame at ksBf'h, Proclaims I1 good or makes the brae To have the p1 'o bide Iii1 scorn, And rise shove the h-te and .trite Of tlmec tj wealth mid liHe lorn, la the crow i.'J courage ol our i.!'e. What am il asrorde that prop a king The lm tiers in hie army's vanTo trnvlli ui "''. that dares to Prk And show ti e monarch in the man! Ki"e od the mightie.1 men of arm", Strong as the head of realms they lide, Bpoi l.ae'h.'y may with fortuns's churns. They are like leavea upon the tide. In dim of old sepulchre they lie, The feaatof silence and decay. WM! the true world heart b-aveth high And thro e. ilsell upon to-day. II I. While and Bluel THE I'll ILA DELPHI A WEEKLY I llVITIAItD BED WHITE AND LUE BfMM HlKWIKO AMD ClEIIIU F1'I1 Tim-The ground of every young Iruio rchard, of apples, pea. lies and pear, ahoul-' e we.'l plowed, rare hei...